I was born as me and it is who I remain to be.

Always

I have strayed from myself, it has been my disorder on occasion. My life outside myself, a flutter of moments, at time of disservice to the people I love and care for. Our friendly fire.

The fledgling flies.
Sings farewell. Smiling.
Fares well.
Awkwardly.
No worse for wear.

I fare well, I am happy with myself when I am close by and dwell not in the thought. Observing, playfully.

Stronger and reconnected by love never ending connections that uplift me.
As myself, with the love within and that I have experienced.
It is the mindfulness of this, this moment of joy. Still life.
In the stillness of being myself.
(I love you).

Healthy, spirited, I am happy with myself.